We all want love.
Some of us think we're unworthy.
Some of us think we are more than worthy.
All of us ache and hunger deep down for it.
Some mystical feeling that artists,
drunkards have been trying to describe
since the dawn of first thought.
We chase after it.
We give into it.
We fight it.
We're crushed by it.
Love.
It's a *****.
And we all die a little.
Searching for it.